"....." The redhead's hand shook at the front entrance. Unnervingly, almost reluctantly, she opened the wooden blockade out, and glaring at nothing but her boots, paced in. The raven haired male towered in behind her, his brown eyes dully glaring down every set of faces he could find as he followed suit his comrade. He elbowed her side once halfway to the lunch line, leaning down to speak quietly in her ear.
"Stop doing that." He hissed between gritted teeth. The girl's silver eyes shot a sideways glance at the boy. She sneered.
"Stop what?" Her voice ringing in irritation as she turned for a vacant table at the corner of the room. What else could she be doing, other then her usual clenched fists and timid glare? Lucas growled as he sat the opposite of the girl. She grit her jaw, absentmindedly scratching her nail against the wooden texture she was resting her elbows on. He watched for a moment, before loosing his patience, and clutching tightly onto her wrists. She jolted, a bit startled.
"That."
She huffed through her nostrils in heated arrogance, attempting to slip her thin wrists from his giant hands, but the boy didn't falter his grasp.
"Tora. Stop it." Lucas ordered, starting to dig his nails into her skin by now. After another wriggling fit, the redhead sighed and went limp.
"Fine. I stopped. Let go."
The boy's neutral, rather uninterested expression twitched into a sly smirk.
"Now smile and relax."
Tora's face contorted into one of disgust.
"Fuck y-AGH!" She whined, Lucas' starting to twist her wrists around in an unnatural position.
"Smile." He repeated with that shit eating grin.
"No!"
He pressurized her arms down into the table, earning a small yelp from her.
"Smile."
Her eyes narrowed in aggravated pain as she struggled.
"Otvali!" Tora cursed, Lucas chuckling in understanding.
"YA nikogda ne tak mnogo, kak skol'zheniye , poka vy ulybayetes', tigra."
"Stop doing that." He hissed between gritted teeth. The girl's silver eyes shot a sideways glance at the boy. She sneered.
"Stop what?" Her voice ringing in irritation as she turned for a vacant table at the corner of the room. What else could she be doing, other then her usual clenched fists and timid glare? Lucas growled as he sat the opposite of the girl. She grit her jaw, absentmindedly scratching her nail against the wooden texture she was resting her elbows on. He watched for a moment, before loosing his patience, and clutching tightly onto her wrists. She jolted, a bit startled.
"That."
She huffed through her nostrils in heated arrogance, attempting to slip her thin wrists from his giant hands, but the boy didn't falter his grasp.
"Tora. Stop it." Lucas ordered, starting to dig his nails into her skin by now. After another wriggling fit, the redhead sighed and went limp.
"Fine. I stopped. Let go."
The boy's neutral, rather uninterested expression twitched into a sly smirk.
"Now smile and relax."
Tora's face contorted into one of disgust.
"Fuck y-AGH!" She whined, Lucas' starting to twist her wrists around in an unnatural position.
"Smile." He repeated with that shit eating grin.
"No!"
He pressurized her arms down into the table, earning a small yelp from her.
"Smile."
Her eyes narrowed in aggravated pain as she struggled.
"Otvali!" Tora cursed, Lucas chuckling in understanding.
"YA nikogda ne tak mnogo, kak skol'zheniye , poka vy ulybayetes', tigra."